“I needed some muscle, and Soda was being disobedient. When I heard that Riot was here, I didn’t need Soda anymore.”
“What drug did you give Riot?”
“Just a sedative, relax,” she snickered.
Bonnie reached the door with the number 879 on it and paused. Myrtle stood on her tiptoes, running her hand along Riot’s stubbly jawline
“I would never hurt Riot. I love him too much.”
She punched in the code and the door opened. Bonnie ducked as she took Riot inside. Myrtle pointed the gun at me again and directed me to go through too. I did, and froze.
Callahan.
“Don’t touch him.” Myrtle saw where I was staring.
“What did you do to him?” I gasped. I couldn’t breathe.
“He was like that when he got here.” Myrtle went to the chair in the middle of the room. Thick, large ropes held Callahan to the chair by his chest, hips, arms, and legs. His head was bowed;, and he appeared to be sleeping. I hoped he was asleep, anyway.
Myrtle straddled him. His head shot up in surprise and he groaned.
“Please, stop,”he groaned. His eyes were glazed, and he didn’t appear to be completely present. “Let me go.”
“He’s so silly,” Myrtle giggled. “He’s not going anywhere. He knows that. You know that, don’t you Daddy Cal?” She gripped his cheeks and squeezed them together, pressing his lips out. She gave him a quick peck and he pulled away in tired disgust.
“He’s drugged too then?” I looked around the room. Everything was either a deep red or rich brown. Along the walls were… I squinted, and then blushed the moment I realized. They were rubber penises, belts, paddles, whips, and other paraphernalia.
The bed, off to the right, was larger than any I’d ever seen before; it had a red curtain canopy, and was almost as tall as me. It even had a small set of stairs going up to it. Everything about this room was meant to be for sex.
“Bunker 879 was a very mild test bunker. There were three women who were appointed princesses. It was the bunker’s job to keep them happy, which meant that any man or woman could be called upon to satisfy them, regardless of status. If a princess wanted them, they had to come to the royal quarters and service them. This is a replica of the quarters. Nice, isn’t it?” Myrtle explained.
Bonnie grunted and Myrtle pointed to another chair. “Go ahead and put Riot there. We’ll tie him down before he wakes up.”
Myrtle stood and I tried to run to Callahan, but Bonnie swung her arm out, hitting me square in the chest. I dropped instantly; the air leaving my lungs. I heaved, trying to regain my breath and scramble back up.
Bonnie dropped Riot in the chair and Myrtle quickly went to work with the rope, strapping him to the chair. Slowly, I went to Callahan.
“Daddy,” I whispered, mournfully. “Oh, Daddy.”
“Don’t call him that,” Myrtle snapped. “He’s not your Daddy anymore. He’s mine.”
I rolled my eyes. At this point, I had a feeling she was waiting to kill me anyway. I no longer cared how I talked to her.
“He will never be yours. If you have to tie them down and drug them they don’t really love you. They love me.”
They. Love. Me.
It dawned on me then.
I loved them too. It wasn’t just one or the other. I couldn’t choose between them, and if we got out of this, we’d make it work. We’d figure it out back at Heathen Heights.Back home.
“Well they won’t have an option soon.”
Myrtle finished tying Riot up, and then pushed the chair a few feet to Callahan, so they were side by side. She turned, going to a table, and opened up the large briefcase. I watched as she plucked out a small vial and carefully emptied it into a syringe.
“What are you doing, Myrtle? Please, whatever your plan is, don’t do this. Just let us go.”
Myrtle turned her head and laughed.
